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I really don’t know what to expect but I’m not panicking nor am I nervous.  I’m in the hallway outside the apartment.  One more deep breath and I open the door, close and lock it.  In the corner of the room I drop my sweater, keys, and phone.  I make my way over to the window and close the blinds.  I dare not make a mistake.  I stand there facing the closed blind and parking lot, head bowed, hands in front of me forcing myself to take slow deep breaths.  I don’t want him to mistake my excitement for fear. I hear a door open, his footsteps crunching on the new carpet.  He’s getting something out of the bag I spotted on the way in.  I can’t help it, my breathing is picking up. I can feel him walking up behind me.  He’s standing at my back, so close. A black leather glove snakes around my neck. He pulls my head sharply to one side exposing my ear and neck as he whispers in a deep voice, “Are you scared of me.”               “No sir,” I reply.               Again in that deep whisper he says, “Why aren’t you scared Babygirl.”             I take a deep shaky breath, “I don’t know sir.  It’s a gut feeling sir.  You’re not dangerous to me sir.”             “Good girl,” he simply states.  He slides my dress dress up over my hips.  He's breathing in my ear.  I have goosebumps running up my back and my arms.  I hear a noise... a clicking of some sort.  I can feel something cold, metal on my ass.  "Do you still trust me?" I try to shake my head but he has my hair in his hand. "Yes Sir, I do."  He's running it up my back.  The metal is cool on my heated skin.  I'm sweating just a little and it intensifies the sensation of the knife, my skin is flushed.   He cuts the right strap of my bra, then the left.  He drags it back down my back.  He unhooks my bra and pulls it off.   I hear the sharp clicking sound of the knife being closed and the rustle as he puts it away.   I'm breathing harder.  He steps away.  I sway as he goes back to his bag.   I hear a chain rattle.  He’s back and putting something around my neck, it smells of leather. He is fastens  the buckle tight. “This is your collar. If, you please me, you will leave with it and we will see each other again.  If, you don’t, then I leave with it and this is over.  Do you understand?”              “Yes sir.” I reply being betrayed by my shaky voice.               “Good, then let’s begin.”   

So what do you think….fantasy or real event?

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